Mima's Antique Store-Japan
"Goodbye." Mima said boodbye, then sighed, going to the back room, forming a pair of legs, and lying back in her recliner. "Now this is an odd day." she muttered to herself as she pulled out her book again.
The Inventory-New York
"Say, old man, when are they supposed to get here? We don't have all day." Lonestar complained.
"Patience, my gun slinging friend, they'll be here in no time. I hope." Winslow said, sounding worried.
Coming down the stairs was a man in a white gas mask, wearing a tattered business suit with a blue tie, and a bandage around his right leg. "So, are you the buggers I'm going against tonight?"
"Ah, Mr. Foster! We were waiting for you." Winslow said with small amounts of glee.
"Sorry about my lateness, damn bastards upside are quite rough." Foster replied, sitting down at the table.
"About as difficult as spotting a goat among a herd of sheep." Lonestar muttered.
"Excuse me? Did you just insult my fighting skills?" Foster said, looking at Lonestar.
"Maybe I am, missy." Lonestar chuckled. "Maybe we're just bored out of our minds waiting for the last guy to show up to this rodeo."
"Goodbye." Mima said boodbye, then sighed, going to the back room, forming a pair of legs, and lying back in her recliner. "Now this is an odd day." she muttered to herself as she pulled out her book again.
The Inventory-New York
"Say, old man, when are they supposed to get here? We don't have all day." Lonestar complained.
"Patience, my gun slinging friend, they'll be here in no time. I hope." Winslow said, sounding worried.
Coming down the stairs was a man in a white gas mask, wearing a tattered business suit with a blue tie, and a bandage around his right leg. "So, are you the buggers I'm going against tonight?"
"Ah, Mr. Foster! We were waiting for you." Winslow said with small amounts of glee.
"Sorry about my lateness, damn bastards upside are quite rough." Foster replied, sitting down at the table.
"About as difficult as spotting a goat among a herd of sheep." Lonestar muttered.
"Excuse me? Did you just insult my fighting skills?" Foster said, looking at Lonestar.
"Maybe I am, missy." Lonestar chuckled. "Maybe we're just bored out of our minds waiting for the last guy to show up to this rodeo."
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